I am sitting in my study cooling off after working outside. Because we have received so much rain lately the mosquitoes are pretty thick. Its not unusual to transport some into the house from time to time. As I’m sitting in my leather chair I hear the constant bzzzzzing behind me. I take off my cap and fling it around in the air to protect myself from a mosquito bite. I have had many in my day; probably thousands and I’m not afraid of them, but I will do what I can to keep from being bitten, if I can. Here I am, a 6’0′ man worried about an itty bitty mosquito. I can’t begin to be as eloquent or funny about the mosquito as what you are about to read. This was posted by me on Feb. 22nd, but I had very few followers back then. This is the most popular post that I’ve ever had. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do.
C.H. Spurgeon is one person who I read almost daily. I absolutely love him and have for over 30 years. His use of the English language is the most eloquent of any person that I have ever read. He was the pastor of the Metropolitan Tabernacle in London. During the Victorian age in England Spurgeon’s name was a household name. He frequently was ill, and he also suffered with bouts of depression. When either were prolonged he would travel, usually to warmer climates. His wife rarely accompanied him, although a couple of the male church staff did.
This note was written while he was in Venice. He was being plagued by mosquitoes. When you read it I believe that you will have to laugh. This is something different for me to post but it’s fun. I hope that you will enjoy it.
6 a.m.—I awake grateful for another night’s peaceful rest, only to find myself very badly bitten by mosquitoes. A mosquito is the most terrible of beasts. A lion delights in blood, but he does not suck it from living animals; he does not carefully prolong their tortures. A viper poisons, but he is generally content with one use of his fangs; but these small-winged serpents bite in scores of places in succession. My hands are a series of burning mountains. The creatures are as nearly omnipresent as Satan, which means that, though a mosquito cannot be everywhere, yet no mortal can be sure that he is not near him, or tell where he is not. Curtains are a delusion, pastilles are a snare; the little enemies are irritated by such attempts to escape their malice, and give you double punishment. O Italy! I have shed my blood for thy sake, and feel a love of thee (or something else) burning in my veins! The sooner I am away from thee, O fair Venice, the better, for thou dost deluge me by day, and devour me by night! I wonder how my two companions have fared; I shall go, by-and-by, and look for their remains! I have opened my windows, and the pests are pouring in, eager and hungry; but, as I am up and dressed, there will be no more of me available for them at present.